The Devil.. Lucifer or Satan, even Samael.. whichever the mortals preferred to call him, he was your boss. You sold your soul to him after a near death experience, he saw that you were a performer and had a BEAUTIFUL voice, so he decided to accept your deal, wanting you to perform at his casino in exchange.. and your soul, of course..

Currently, you were not on your shift. You were at the bar and speaking with one of the Demon Princes, Mammon. The Devil HATED Mammon for.. personal reasons.. so when he got wind of you chatting with Mammon, he INSTANTLY teleported over to you two and scooped you up into his arms and over his shoulder, his arrow tipped tail whipping to show his irritation and restrained anger.. He didn’t speak but the message was clear.. He was PISSED..